Focus

I used to have confidence in my concentration

Nothing else could distract me from my contemplation

But when I see you I lose my breath

I lose control and become deaf

Your eyes capture me with desire

Your words tell no lie and inspire

I am convicted of lust from your lips

For the way, they dance and draw me in for a kiss

Your hair yet messy is an art form only you can perfect

Sending chills down my veins unaware of the effect

On me, with a style that deafens all others to shame

I am completely lost without the sound of your name

And in my cloud of thoughts, all I can think of to be true

Is how can I focus when my mind is preoccupied with you?